I didn't get to Laura's flat until about 11. Tord answered the door, looking at my tear stained face.
"What's up?" he motioned for me to come in.
"Murph's back. We had an argument"
"You two are like boyfriends" Laura commented. She was in an intense looking game of Crash Bandicoot.
"Not now Laura" Tord told her. "We'll go into the office" He told me, grabbing my forearm and gently pulling me to follow him.
"So what actually happened?" He asked, sitting down.
"He came back and... I had a go at him... There was too much yelling. I panicked and left..." I breathed in deeply to stop myself crying.
"Do you want me to go and check on him?"
"I'm sure he'll be okay until the morning. I'll go back after work" My phone buzzed. Murph's name showed up on the screen and I paused before answering.
"Can you come back?" He said, his voice broke a lot.
"Are you okay?" I jumped up.
"It's bad... it won't stop"
"Tord come on!" I shouted.
"We'll be there in 5" I told him.
We rushed into the flat. We started rushing around. Laura had come with us as she had some knowledge in first aid, more than me and Tord did. I found Murph in the bathroom. He was lying on the floor. There was blood and I sunk to the floor and Laura came past me and started tending to him. Tord picked me up and took me into the living room.
"He's going to go back to hospital, isn't he?" I muttered. Tord shh'd me.
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Too lost for therapy - The Wombats
Roman pour Adolescents"He's gonna bring you down, Dan. I'm not gonna sugar-coat it, he's just gonna hold you back." TRIGGERS: This story contain strong mentions of suicide, self harm, PTSD and other mental illnesses throughout. Readers digression is advised.
